Living as a Tree
I wonder how it would be,
Rather if living as a tree;
Growing stately and tall,
And so colorful in the fall.
Then awkward out there,
In the winter feeling bare;
I would feel cold and weak,
As days are short and bleak.
But as it changes into spring,
As new leaves for to bring;
Buds where once did sleep,
Bloom where fruit will reap.
Summer comes as bugs arrive,
On my fruit they seem to thrive;
Just like as a disease or a sin,
Gnawing away deep within.
Only our Father has a spray,
For keeping the insects away;
Of an ample harvest to bless,
If we are willing to confess.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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